Emptiness yet feeling too full.

Overcome with emotion yet never emotional.

Sad and lonely but with no set cause…

This is just a shell of what was.

Shaking and cold, but fire explodes.

Exhausted and drained, but eyes won’t close.

Everything is breaking and different because

This is just a shell of what was.

Something is stirring; could it be hope?

Nope, it isn’t, it’s the desire to mope.

Mope around, wishing to die, can’t even sob…

This is just a shell of what was.

You say it’s okay. It is! You’re right.

You’re right, you’re right, so why am I not fine?

I wish I were fine, I try not to die, just…

This is just a shell of what was.

I’m drowning and sinking but there’s nothing around.

I’m sitting on ground, and yet I still drown.

I drown from the ground, dirt coming in swathes…

This is just a shell of what was.

Finally, I’m free, yet completely empty.

Emptier than ever, empty as can be.

Sharp and gentle, crisp and smooth,

The shell has always been my truth.